Jackson

Jackson was a boy in your class. He was often silent, and it seemed like he hadn’t had a lot of friends. Even though the two of you had never shared a word, you had noticed small traits about him. He carried around a camera, he had all of the volumes of a certain shojo manga- you know this because he’s been carrying one volume a time and reading them in class- and you knew he liked bugs. You found all of this incredible endearing. He sat alone in class as he usually had, silently reading.

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